Novels by Khronesnexus

Elias POV I stood still, clutching the folder tightly against my chest as Fred’s footsteps faded down the hallway. My jaw ached from how hard I had clenched it. Every word he threw at me felt like acid dripping on open wounds.Whore.The word echoed in my head, mixing with the memories I had been trying so hard to bury. That man's body on me, his ruthless act that made my back ache.I had taken lots of pills, but the stench of sleeping with a man kept getting rubbed in my face.And Fred made those buried memories come alive despite me burying them. Tears began to fill my eyes; I tried hard to control it, I wasn’t going to embarrass myself again.I took a slow, deep breath and forced my expression back into neutrality. Not after the humiliation I just endured.Emily stepped closer, her voice soft but steady. “Are you okay?”I nodded once, not trusting my voice yet. She always knew when I was one second away from cracking, but she was careful. She never pushed too hard in public. “H

Fred POVI adjusted my designer suit jacket as I walked out of the elevator. The familiar feeling of home hits me—that I own the company. This was supposed to be my kingdom. Mine. Yet that bastard still had the nerve to breathe the same air as me. Walking down the lobby, I immediately spotted him. Elias was standing near the glass wall of the conference room, reviewing some documents with that pathetic, look of professionalism. He had always wore it. Like working hard would suddenly make our father see him as worthy. The sight of him made my blood boil — especially after knowing that Damien had something to do with him. The thought of that monster fucking him raw still twisted something ugly in my stomach. Why did that have to happen? I smirked and walked straight toward him. “Well, well,” I called out loudly, making sure a few employees nearby

Damien POV I leaned back in the leather chair, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette burning between my fingers. The sharp burn of alcohol slid down my throat as I took a slow sip, followed by a deep drag from the cigarette. Smoke curled lazily toward the ceiling. The door to the room opened. Victor stepped in, his massive frame filling the doorway. He gave me a cheerful salute, a wide grin on his scarred face. “Boss,” he said, voice booming with satisfaction. “The bar attendant and those small gangs have been crushed. We got them all.” I exhaled another cloud of smoke, waiting. Victor continued, “But your stepmother intervened. She stepped in before we could finish butchering the rest of those useless gangs. We had to pull back. The men are still on standby though, ready to resume the slaughter whenever you give the word.” A low chuckle escaped my lips. I took another sip of whiskey, the liquid warming my chest. “I knew she would intervene,” I said, my voice calm but

Fred POV I snapped my head up, heat rushing to my face. My fingers dug into the arm of the cheap couch, the fabric rough against my palm. This filthy room, this disgusting smell of cum and smoke, and now this lowlife mocking me. I wanted to grab the nearest bottle and smash it across his grinning face.“Spineless?” I hissed, leaning forward. My voice came out sharper than I intended. “Watch your fucking mouth before I make sure you choke on your own tongue.”He just laughed again, that low, raspy sound that made my skin crawl. He took another drag from his cigarette, eyes half-lidded with amusement. “Look at you. All dressed up in your fancy clothes, driving your expensive car yet one name and you’re shaking like a little bitch. Pathetic.”I stood up slowly, trying to keep my breathing steady. The image of Damien’s cold eyes still lingered in my head—those eyes that could peel skin without blinking. I hated how real it felt. But I couldn’t let this idiot see my weakness.“Enough of

Fred POV I picked up my car keys and headed for the door. “Mom, I’m going out. I’ll be back late today,” I shouted and closed the door behind me. “Don’t forget your jacket, baby,” my mom’s annoying voice called out. “Yes, Momma.” Rolling my eyes and walking to where my baby Range Rover SV was. I inserted the key and drove out of the house. Few minutes later, I stopped at a glamorous clubhouse. Not too big—not too shabby. “Master Fred, you’re here.” The bulky bodyguard at the door caught the key I threw to him. “Where is your boss?” “Boss is inside with his usual game. Perhaps you want to wait for him?” Scratching his head, the man answered. “I don’t have time for his little game. Lead me to him.” Without much care, I walked into the club. The loud, blasting music hit me like a wave. “Ugh, these tax-free devourers must be enjoying this uncouth music,” I muttered under my breath as I entered through the door the bulky man showed me. A heavy, pungent smell hit my nose, so st

Elias POV I walked out of a cafe, with an iced coffee in hand. The streets were bright with morning light, but it did little to pierce the darkness inside me. The memory of last night still fresh like it happened today. Emily fell in step beside me holding a pizza in her hands, she didn’t let me walk alone to the company. We entered her car and she drove off. Few minutes later we stopped at a towering glass building that stood tall as cars rolled into the company. We entered the towering building that housed my father’s office. The air smelled of cleaning chemicals and antiseptic. My steps echoed in the vast hall, the sound served as a reminder that I was about to face a man who had spent his whole life exacting control over everyone around him. My father’s office door loomed ahead, a dark wood monolith that seemed to swallow the light. I exhaled slowly and straightened my posture afraid of walking somewhat. Emily stood by my side as her presence anchored me, reminding me that